Take Me Home, Country Roads

Turning off the highway, I slowly drove along a country road. No houses were in sight. The air was filled with the sounds of a light breeze, birds chirping away, and in the distance the murmuring of cows calling to their calves. Overhead, fat, white, popcorn clouds slowly drifted along.

Pulling off to the side of the road now and then, my gaze wandered from a pile of rocks that had been cleared to allow room for the alfalfa to grow to a tree to the sight of a hawk slowly...